The Frostling
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Emilia had thought the frostlings were just another stupid story, but right now, there was one unmistakably standing in front of her.
The creature was more beautiful and eerie than she could’ve imagined. Her straight, long hair was glossy and blue like ice, her skin as pale as freshly fallen snow. The colour of her lips and the nails on her slender fingers were specks of colour on her otherwise pale skin, matching the blue of her hair. Her eyes were as pretty as they were inhuman—they lacked pupils and looked like two gemstones, twin aquamarines, deep and beautiful but somehow empty. She looked just slightly older than Emilia—perhaps twelve years of age, though with the fair folk, appearances could be deceiving. Despite the terribly cold weather, she was only wearing a simple silk dress, white and adorned with lace. She wasn’t even wearing any shoes. The snow under her bare feet did not seem to bother her.
Her appearance was in stark contrast to Emilia’s own. The girl’s thick winter cloak and boots, both lined with leather and fur, concealed most of her body. Her dirty blonde hair—only neck-length, yet quite messy—was mostly hidden beneath the fur hat that she had pulled firmly over her ears. Her eyes were hazel, unremarkable in every way. Compared to the fey being in front of her, she felt almost extraordinarily ordinary, as plain as plain could be.
The frostling smiled and Emilia’s heart skipped a beat. The creature’s empty eyes made the expression look odd, almost frightening, and yet it did nothing to diminish her beauty. “H-hello…” the girl tried, curious to see if the frostling could speak back.
She did not. Instead, she stepped closer and extended her arm, almost as if waiting for Emilia to grab it. Up this close, the frostling seemed to radiate cold. As chilly as it was out there in the forest, the fey creature’s presence made it colder still.
The gesture returned Emilia to her senses. She stepped back, shaking her head. “S-sorry. I can’t stay, I need to get back home. My parents are waiting for me, and… and it’s getting late.”
If the stories were true, then frostlings themselves were friendly, even helpful to humans. But they were also servants of the Winter Queen, a terrifying creature who could command the North Wind and who took delight in freezing lone travellers. Where the Queen went, her servants followed—and as such, frostlings were always a bad omen. Emilia didn’t want to stick around to see if that tale was accurate.
And besides, she really was in a hurry. She’d gone too far into the forest too late. The winter made the nights long and daylight was precious. If she didn’t hurry up, she’d never make it home before dark. Smiling awkwardly, Emilia turned away from the hauntingly pretty creature in front of her. “Goodbye…”
As Emilia took her first step towards the direction of her home, though, the frostling followed and grabbed the sleeve of her winter coat. The cold of the creature seemed to penetrate the thick fur with ease, chilling the young girl’s arm down to the very bone. The grip was firm, insistent. Emilia tried to tug her arm away, but the creature wouldn’t let go. Instead, it seemed to try to pull her into the very opposite direction.
Only then did the girl notice the shift in weather. The wind was picking up, the sky growing darker despite the sun still being visible. The very nature itself seemed to shiver in cold, an uneasy atmosphere in the air. This wasn’t a natural sort of cold. Emilia couldn’t help but to think of the legend of the Winter Queen. And right now, she was far from home, far from the warm hearth and her mother’s hearty soup.
The terror won over. Forcibly ripping herself free of the frostling’s grip, Emilia begun dashing home. She didn’t look back to see if the frostling was following her, but she assumed it would. It had tried to grab her once, after all, perhaps to deliver her to the cruel Queen of hers. Perhaps to leave her a cold corpse in the forest, to be found in the spring when all the snow had melted. She could feel tears of terror on her cheek, her heart beating like that of a frightened rabbit’s.
She knew where her home was—she wasn’t lost. But even at full speed, it’d take quite a while to get there. The snow that blanketed the ground made running hard and exhausting, hidden roots and rocks beneath the snow cover threatening to trip her up every so often. The howling of wind in her ears seemed to get louder, the cold more intense. Even breathing the air felt painful in her lungs—she’d never experienced cold like this, so palpable and penetrating.
Emilia wasn’t even close to home before she already begun losing hope. The thick winter coat that had always rendered her nearly immune to cold seemed to do nothing against the unearthly breeze that surrounded her, cutting through her body like a knife. Her legs were growing stiff; she hadn’t felt them for some time, now. After slipping on a layer of ice concealed beneath the snow, she could barely pick herself up again. Sobbing, she looked back to see if the frostling was still following.
It wasn’t. Behind her, she could only see her own tracks in the snow. Standing still, Emilia could feel the cold front approaching, the unearthly presence of what must’ve been the Winter Queen getting closer. And she realised the horrible truth.
It was approaching her from the very direction she had been running towards. From the direction of her home. The frostling hadn’t been trying to stop her from getting away—it had tried to warn her about the Queen. To lead her into the opposite direction. If Emilia’s situation hadn’t been so hopeless, the truth of the matter would’ve made her laugh.
Emilia tried to turn back towards where she’d come from, to get back to the frostling she had ran away from. But it was too late. She could barely keep standing. Her body was numb—she wasn’t even shaking anymore. Giving up, she fell onto her knees before laying down on the snow on her back. She hoped her family was alright. Surely, they’d have been protected from the Winter Queen in their own homes, in the warmth of their fires. Surely they wouldn’t have suffered the same fate as Emilia was about to. Hoping to fall asleep quickly, she closed her eyes and waited for it all to be over.
Sleep, however, didn’t come. The cold around her got more piercing with every moment, her heart slowing down and her blood growing chilly. It was hard to think. She couldn’t even remember what warmth felt like: the cold had spread through every cell of her body, reaching down into her very soul. When she heard footsteps approach, she opened her eyes and turned her head towards the source, already knowing who it would be.
The Winter Queen was tall and regal, beautiful beyond words. Even the frostling couldn’t possibly compare: the woman in front of Emilia was a goddess, nothing less. A silver crown decorated with blue gemstones sat in the middle of her head, white locks of wavy hair falling behind her back. Unlike the beautiful but empty eyes of the frostlings, an inhuman intellect shone through from her piercing blue gaze. Her skin was pale but her lips were ruby red, a droplet of colour in the middle of a snowy landscape. A fur-lined cape dragged behind her regal dress, and yet, it didn’t disrupt the snow behind her. Her clothes did not hide her cleavage, her breasts full and perfect.
“A little lamb, lost in the woods.” The Queen said, her voice melodic and clear like a crystal. There was no pity in her voice, but neither was it cruel. “Separated from her herd. Succumbed to the winter’s cold.”
Emilia opened her mouth to respond, but found herself too weak to produce any sound. Her hand, weakly, reached up towards the Queen. Was she begging for help? Did she simply want to touch something as beautiful as she was? Even she wasn’t really sure.
The Queen kneeled down, taking Emilia’s hand to her own. It was soft and slender, and colder than anything the girl had ever touched. And yet, the cold didn’t feel all too unpleasant anymore. She could barely remember what anything else felt like. Cold was what she was, now, what she could remember and feel. “And what succumbs to winter is mine by Law. Child, you are not dead because I will not permit you to be. I have come here to seek for bounty, and you are what I found.”
The girl didn’t entirely comprehend her words. Her mind had grown nearly as numb and slow as her body. As she looked into the Winter Queen’s eyes, though, an understanding of a kind dawned on her. The Queen would make her her own. And it was too late for her to resist.
As the pale Queen kept looking into her eyes, it felt as if she was reading through her very soul. “I see that one of my mischievous servants tried to deny my bounty from me.” She said, smiling faintly. “I will have to think of an appropriate punishment. But you, child, needn’t be afraid. You will learn that servitude can be rewarding.”
Reaching for Emilia’s head, the Queen took off her fur cap and let free her dirty blonde hair. Slowly unbuttoning the girl’s coat and taking off her shoes, she slid her finger over her underclothing. The fabric froze and became brittle, slowly beginning crack and shatter. Soon enough, the pale goddess had peeled the girl entirely out of her clothes, her nude form entirely exposed to the elements. Emilia felt no colder than she had before—her clothes had been of no use against the unnatural chill to begin with.
Smiling faintly, the Queen took a moment to admire the girl in front of her. She slid a single fingernail over her body, tracing a path down from her neck, over the barely grown mounds on her chest, down her stomach and over her still-hairless girlhood. Emilia trembled under the finger, not out of cold but out of pleasure. She could actually feel the touch where all other sensations but cold had vanished, and though the Queen’s touch was still cold, her body craved it. She continued looking at the Queen, her expression unfocused but pleading. She wanted to feel it again, feel something again.
“That’s right, child. Beg for this pleasure. Succumb to it. Remember that only I can grant it to you, that I can also take it away.” She said, reaching down to kiss the girl’s nipple, her ruby lips wrapping around it. A faint moan escaped Emilia’s lips, where all sound had before been impossible. The goddess didn’t stop there: petting the girl’s lower lips with one finger, she kept kissing and suckling onto the girl’s neck, her collarbones, the sides and the tips of her barely grown breasts. The pleasure was so intense that Emilia thought she would go insane, until finally, the Queen withdrew her finger.
The look in Emilia’s eyes was desperate. She couldn’t possibly return to the cold numbness after what she had just felt. There was no going back after she had felt the desire, tasted the Queen’s touch. She opened her mouth to speak, only capable of producing a breathy whisper. “P-please…”
“Give yourself to me, child. Pledge yourself to me for all eternity. Your body, cold and numb, is already mine. Promise your soul as well, and I’ll grant you your heart’s desire.” The goddess responded, her crystalline voice alluring and beautiful beyond words.
“I p-p-promise…” Emilia said, taking no time to think about her response. There was no other option for her. Continuing on like this, cold and numb, unable to move or feel, would be worse than any other alternative.
The Winter Queen smiled in response. “I accept your pledge, child.” She said, reaching to brush the blonde girl’s cheek. Emilia cooed softly in pleasure. Slowly, the pale goddess brought her head closer, brought her ruby lips to meet Emilia’s own. Playfully suckling on them a bit, she finally forced the girl’s mouth wide open before exhaling and forcing something into the girl’s lungs—into her soul.
Emilia opened her eyes wide, a spasm shaking her body despite the numbness. Whatever the Queen had breathed into her was cold, like the very essence of winter itself. It spread through her, claimed her for itself. It froze over her heart. It turned her soul into ice. It took everything that made Emilia human and coated it in a layer of frost, beginning to change her very nature.
The Queen’s finger slipped into Emilia’s girlhood, stroking her petals before dipping in to brush against her clitoris. Amidst the mind-numbing pleasure, the girl slowly changed. Her flesh, pale and grey from the cold grew paler still, slowly turning as white as the blanket of snow she was laying on. Her lips and nails took on a shade of blue, her hair rapidly losing its dirty blonde tone and becoming almost turquoise in colour. And within the girl’s mind, she was rapidly losing everything that made her who she was. Memories of her family, friends, even her name. Even with her mind wrecked by pleasure, she desperately tried to hold onto those thoughts, feeling her old self disappearing. Feeling herself cease being Emilia. Cease being human.
Kissing the girl’s neck, letting her pale tongue run over her sensitive nipples, the Queen redoubled her efforts to bring the girl pleasure. With a tender, skillful touch, she finally brought her to a climax. Moaning almost inaudibly, the girl closed her eyes and arched her body, whimpering and trembling in the after effects of the orgasm for a good while. A few moments later her breathing calmed and she reopened her eyes.
The freshly born frostling’s eyes were empty and beautiful, reflecting light like two blue gemstones. Her body was cold, but she had embraced it. She was a creature of cold now, with no memory of warmth left in her empty head. She had no name, but she had a purpose: she was a servant of her Queen, a beautiful reflection of her glory. She smiled at her.
“Rise up, my pretty.” The Queen commanded, and the frostling obeyed. Her skin was pale and flawless now, the way she carried herself inhumanly graceful. Even her former family would’ve had a hard time recognising her as she was now, though her short, messy hair—now ice blue rather than blonde—was mostly the same.
Reaching into the air, the pale goddess wove a silk dress from flakes of snow, handing it over to her servant. The little frostling accepted it with grace, pulling it over herself. The Snow Queen took a moment to admire her creation.
“Very good.” She finally said, extending her hand to the frostling. The fey girl accepted it without hesitation, wrapping her slender fingers around her Queen’s. “Let’s go back home, my pretty. The others will be delighted to have a new sister, I’m sure.” She said, stroking the back of the girl’s hand with her thumb. “You will yet learn how to serve me, little one.”
With an empty smile, the frostling followed her Queen back into her realm. Joining her sisters for the rest of the eternity.
